my summer - one year ago

i wake up

there is wetness already forming on my skin

i am crammed between my friends on a bare bed

i can feel the light stream in through the window

it is warm but not hot

i begin to stir and toss and turn

until i can not stand it any longer

i slide out of bed and make my way into the next room

my steps are quiet

and deliberate

i stand on a patch of light that takes the shape of texas

i make mia cafe con nutelle

and survive on this for weeks

i perch on the balcony

like an eagle in her nest

i sit and spy

i watch life happen bellow me

i write down words in my journal

things to remember

i feel a pain in my heart

because i know words will never suffice this feeling

but it is the best i can do now

the others begin to stir

and move about

they are dressing and packing

we are leaving this place and moving on to our next destination

we walk for miles

down twisting roads

a stray dog begins to follow us but gives up halfway

he is tired

aren't we all

we continue on without him

because out here it's every man for himself

we reach the shores edge

the sand, which is not sand at all, is boiling

millions of tiny black stones smoothed out by the oceans tide

rests beneath our feet

i see our boat

we pile in and set sail

wind at our faces

hands grasping splashes

we anchor out and jump in

shock me

so that i am speechless

your icy depths sooth me

the mediteranean reflects more than an image

it cleanses

new beginnings happen here

oh sea renew me

baptize me

make me a believer

once more

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